The weekend before leaving our home in Seattle, the HOA sent some tree trimmers around to clear the dead trees. (That's what happens, unfortunately, when plowing down trees to make new developments -- many don't survive the elements they are now exposed to.)

It was fun to watch these guys, and it's a job I could never do for a couple of reasons. One, I couldn't climb the tree. But second, and more to the point, I couldn't handle being that high without passing out.